Huo Zun's villa living room:
Gu Mochen repeated his apologies over and over.
He had said it so many times, he hardly had any impression of how many anymore.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Chen's eyes were brewing with rolling, tangled emotions...
He held the little Lolita tightly in his arms.
All the sharp memories of Jian Ran with Tang Bao, whether it was Jian Ran speaking in her indifferent tone, or the little Lolita's milky voice, smiling as she spoke.
Every single thing had once made his heart ache immensely.
Now, they were like sharp blades, plunging fiercely into his chest.
Gu Mochen pursed his lips...
He really had missed too much...
He had never dared to imagine that one day, this little Lolita in front of him would turn out to be his and Jian Ran's daughter.
She was so adorable...
Like an angel.
Since meeting her, he finally understood what angels were supposed to be like, that children could be this cute.
